A Design of Deceit (The Dickinson Sisters Mysteries Book 5) by Blythe Baker

Author:Blythe Baker [Baker, Blythe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-27T22:00:00+00:00

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“This is no time to say such things,” Lady Wilson said not a moment later, taking a step away from me.

I quickly pressed the pin through the fabric as I felt it tug out of my hands.

“Will this suffice, Miss Dickinson?” Lady Wilson asked.

“Yes, my Lady,” I said, getting to my feet. “I should be able to have the dress completed within just a few days, ready for your enjoyment.”

“Wonderful news,” Mrs. Adams said. “Just in time for that dinner party you’ve been looking forward to.”

Lady Wilson nodded. “Now, help me out of this dress so that Miss Dickinson can pack it up before I manage to ruin it.”

“And then I shall be on my way,” I said. “I do not wish to intrude any longer.”

“Oh, good heavens, dear,” Lady Wilson said, rounding on me with a look of concern. “You intend to leave?”

“Well…yes,” I said. How would I expect anything else?

“No, no,” Lady Wilson said. “You must stay for dinner.”

I stared at her. Had I heard her correctly?

“Nash came in the carriage and I shall send you both back to town in it as soon as we have finished our meal. I could not send you walking back when darkness is falling,” Lady Wilson said, gesturing toward the window. “And not only the darkness but it seems those clouds have grown heavy as well.”

“Yes, indeed, my Lady,” Mrs. Adams said. “I am almost certain we will be seeing our first snow.”

My stomach twisted into tighter knots. It seems my suspicions were correct, as well…

“Would that be acceptable to you, then?” Lady Wilson asked.

“Yes, my Lady,” I said, bowing my head. “It would be an honor.”

“Very good,” she said. “Let us get this dress packed up once again and then we can be on our way downstairs.”

Mrs. Adams and I did just that. We spent the next quarter of an hour getting Lady Wilson ready once more in her own dress.

As I tucked her gown carefully back into the box to take it home, Lady Wilson called for her shawl.

“Right away, ma’am,” the maid said and disappeared through a door into Lady Wilson’s sleeping chamber.

“There we are,” Lady Wilson said when she had returned. “Come along, Miss Dickinson. The gentlemen will be quite impatient if we make them wait any longer for their meals.”

She waved me toward the door and I hurried after her.

As we walked down the hall, I could not help but contemplate how strange this day had turned out to be. In all my life, I never would have expected to be invited to stay for dinner with them, as if I was part of the family.

If Nash and I ever marry, then I will be part of the family. Is this simply their way of acknowledging that possibility? Did Nash have some sort of say?

How could he have? He had no idea I was to be here tonight…

That meant Lady Wilson had asked me to stay of her own volition. Did she suspect Nash’s feelings for

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